The grey sky has made the river that Chris Hadfield’s motorboat is speeding across the colour of dark steel. We had driven out to Sarnia, the photographer and me, past fields of giant windmills, ...

Hadfield had buzzed over to pick us up from the mainland, his King Charles dog, named Henry, beside him. “There’s a good dog,” he said gently, as we headed to his porch.

The grey sky has made the river that Chris Hadfield’s motorboat is speeding across the colour of dark steel. We had driven out to Sarnia, the photographer and me, past fields of giant windmills, ...

The grey sky has made the river that Chris Hadfield’s motorboat is speeding across the colour of dark steel. We had driven out to Sarnia, the photographer and me, past fields of giant windmills ...

The grey sky has made the river that Chris Hadfield’s motorboat is speeding across the colour of dark steel. We had driven out to Sarnia, the photographer and me, past fields of giant windmills ...